O, Pennsyltucky!

We sat on the boat rocks
With plum wine and we’d watch
The fog roll in, swallow the bridge on the bay
I thought I could live here
But I’m still in high-gear
And sweating and freezing three-thousand away
O Pennsyltucky, your Three Mile Islands
The coal fires buckle the Miners' highway
I’d love just to leave you but its great to see you
And Old Filthadelph, Hostile city, PA
Where we all come from
Most died of the Black Lung
Another, a browbeater, boxer, and saint
When he finally got caught
The cops made a few calls
They opened his cell, never fought him again
O Pennsyltucky, your Three Mile Islands
The coal fires buckle the Miners' highway
I’d love just to leave you but its great to see you
And Old Filthadelph, Hostile city, PA
And old Filthadelph Hostile City, PA
Wake me when steel city’s
Road work signs shine in my face
(whoo!)
Now I’m safe
Was that a peepshow
With drive-thru windows?
The gun show’s got carousels and funnel cakes
It says «Church» in neon
And asks me what’s beyond
If I had to guess, I’d say more of the same
O Pennsyltucky, your Three Mile Islands
The coal fires buckle the Miners' highway
I’d love just to leave you but its great to see you
And Old Filthadelph, Hostile city, PA
O Pennsyltucky!
How your coal fires rumble!
I’d love just to leave you
But its great to see you
And old filthadelph, hostile city, PA